Journal.9.Sense

Everything happens for a reason…

Ah that classic old line for pseudo-thinkers and the philosophical youth. I’m not mad at it; it’s a step in the right mindset, in my opinion. A simplistic approach to often much more complicated situations can lead one to acceptance. Making sense of the moments they live.

As I wake up to my alarm, in the form of heat being emitted from the sun, my senses are tingling. I stretch, in a bed that is not mine, and suddenly relocate myself. I’m in Brooklyn. ‘For no reason’ other than it’s where I felt I needed to be.

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Journal.8.Control

I swear this has nothing to do with Kendrick’s verse.

As long as I can remember, I’ve had this conflict within me. Thoughts have flown through my mind, most of which I’ve had no control over.

The brain is a fascinating subject. It is the reason why we are who are; how we express ourselves, how we process information, how we remember, how we think. Keep in mind, the brain actually named itself ‘the brain’. Mind fuck? Yeah. My brain just masturbated.

Journal.7.Losing

What are we holding on to, if we know we’re bound to lose?

Why do, if you know you won’t have?
…anymore.

We’re born into this world with the promise of death. We’re born, completely oblivious, to the idea that everything you once called your own will one day be gone. That blind hope for tomorrow.

That’s a harsh fucking reality.

Journal.4.Guidance

Hey bro, you think you could…

I’ve been getting quite the messages lately. Young artists asking me to play their music, check it out, help promote them…or just advice in general. I am not a promoter and am nowhere near being the best resource for information, but I can help point in the right direction. Most don’t necessarily know my past; my creative history, the paths we’ve chosen and the mistakes we’ve made.

Journal.3.The Rule of 3.

The fuck am I doing?

I threw myself in a pit of fire, because I was frozen in place. The benefit? I thaw out. The problem? I burn myself out.

Shall I explain?

Let me preface this. I’m in no way doubting my decision to get my life back on track. Don’t get me wrong – this? This is just a release.

Journal.2. Goodbye, munchies.

Destruction is easier than Structure. – Me, in the midst of a rant on my failures.

You’ve brought me much joy. Bagel. Butter. Cheese. Appetite. Munchies.

Late night munchies, filled with random concoctions from this eclectic kitchen of ours. I usually end up with a Nutella/Cream Cheese bagel or cheese slices in a bagel for a quick fix. Then come the chocolates, the candies, the cookies and the pastries. If it’s early enough then burgers, poutines and pizza are at my disposal.